Hellfire

the take

Theres always something, an odd twich, hearing loss, a new bump, or weightlessness, a headache, a sore limb, an itchy gash, a mirage, a tumor, a scare. And when one is fixed, another breaks, when some destroyed, more await, when it is time no one comes, when you have time, it is up. And even from without, there is nothing you will find running at full speed, without a dent, factory shine, always slightly out of time. Always, always dust, always always always no such thing as luck, only chance and rot, inevitable loss, running low, almost empty, almost always gone, going going gone, each day quicker, each day gone lost, the more the less the less useless, thats that no more meet me at the DOOR! Its open come in wash away the sin, no more lazy sloth this sad pig has had enough, no nails grown yet, or are toes now green? Both eyes blank screens, eyeballs opaque, robot ear gone, ringing silence back again mate, (something about a useless prick), gone dont need, when stiff useless when needed limp, rid me of the hideous thing gets it right in the classroom, but WRONG in the examination hall, what use is that? Damn it all useless thing, all machines designed after it, all worse, none better. I.E all shit. None work forever, none work a minute, worse with every use, always chasing the first, always chasing the free, always chasing decency. Never adequate enough, enough enough, come in come in. Thank you.